New Neighbor
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Chapter 17
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Jess and Aaron are a couple into BDSM They get a new, inexperienced neighbor and take her into their lifestyle.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Romantic Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Enema Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Tit-Fucking
The next morning, Emma was jogging through Allen Park. She was bouncing quite a bit more than she would have liked, but that was the pace set by the French Bulldog, named Sasha, whom she was running behind.
Sasha pulled hard against the six-foot leash and Emma did all she could to keep up. As she jogged she thought to herself that she would have to talk to the Sampsons (Sasha’s owners) about springing for some extra time dedicated to leash training and expending her over-the-top energy. She finally got to take a breather when Sasha saw a pug that caught her fancy.
Sasha stopped short right in front of the pug and Emma stumbled to a halt behind her, doubled over huffing and puffing.
The guy holding the pug’s leash looked down to meet her face.
“Are you going to be ok, Miss?” he asked.
Emma nodded but was unable to answer as she tried to catch her breath. She gave the guy a thumbs up.
“Here, let me get you a water,” he offered. She started to say that it wasn’t necessary, but couldn’t get the words out to do so.
There was a food truck just fifteen feet away. He and the pug trotted over to it. Emma watched as he handed the vendor a couple of bucks and returned with a bottle of Aquafina. Emma was standing upright by this time and was able to talk again.
“Thank you very much,” she said, accepting the offered bottle.
As she drank, the pug sniffed Sasha’s butt. “My dog seems to have taken a fancy to yours! What’s her name?” the guy said.
“Sasha, though she’s not mine. I’m just her dog walker. I’m Emma,” she said, extending the hand not holding the leash, bottle of water tucked under her arm. The guy took the offered hand and shook it.
“Hi, I’m Brent.”
Brent was Emma’s height, looked to be in his mid-thirties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugged, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.
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